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RP: Yome Ismâopate [Mission 2.0] Spirits in the dark

Armor Storage

Potos watched as Miali got into her Anoka'ano. "Well, you could hardly take a Stako onboard a ship the size of the Âmuso Ibâka. You would not get any further than the flitter bay if you were lucky. But yes, the new Anoka'ano is very easy to use. In fact you do not even really have to think about it. It just augments what you do. Wait until you have had more time in it and can use the more advanced modes." He followed her over to the Airlock, once there, he cycled the lock open. "Best be careful crossing. There is a fair amount of debris between the two ships."
 
Âmuso Ibâka

With a Nod Mimi followed the others further into the ship. He still had no clue what had brought the ship to this fate, and with each step more dread clinched his chest. What would happen once they dropped him off at the Chronicler's chambers and left him with just the one bodyguard? With each thought a new shiver ran through his body.

Even though he was scared he was walking and describing what he was seeing, so he would build both a video, and an audio recording of the damages and the scene with in the ship.
 
Âmuso Ibâka

Syaboa followed Mimi as she tried to keep him from seeing her pain and shaking "so I am here to protect you, don't worry I will protect you with my life" she wanted him to feel safe with her "I will be your swrd and your shield, my crew member."
 
Corridor Deck 1

As Memi and Syaboa moved forward to their destination. There was plenty of signs that even on this deck there had been combat. There was damage to the walls from the trajectory it was apparent that most of the weapon fire was pointed towards the bow. As they passed the shield control room the door was ajar. A several Qaktoro hand was laying on the floor.

Then softly they heard. "How are they?.... What do they want?" which seemed to come from somewhere in the bow.

Bridge

Toidorno and Hewid had made there way to the bridge. The ship's eerie quiet was palpable. None of the standard background noise from the ship's systems could be heard. The port access to the bridge was inoperative. Hewid was working on opening the access panel and a maintenance panel in an attempt to release the locks and allow them to open the door manually.

Deck 2 starboard side

As Murr and La'tâ approached the Wapoin Rou'sa, a series of tapping sounds suddenly pierced the silence. They seemed to echo through the hallways.
 
Airlock

Miali turned to Potos and nodded to his explanation. "It's an impressive piece of machinery to be sure, but my first home in space will always be behind the controls of a Vona'oâ," came the reply, as the airlock's de-pressurization cycle started to hiss and overpower the sounds from her suit's speakers somewhat. "And that is where I am ultimately heading to check out.. so, into the black!"

Her blood simmered with excitement as she felt the armor suit seal itself to the zero G environment and soon she was launching herself with a graceful motion into the void between the two vessels. Short bursts of thruster fire were erratic at first as the Tuoro got the hang of how much oomph they delivered in 3 dimensional movement, and they leveled out as her EVA skills came back to her from the academy training. Like martial arts, your body never really forgets such things and reacts on its own, and the Anoka'ano was very natural at translating this to action.

Being that she was flying solo, the pilot took care to estimate the positions of any near obstacles between her and the hull of the Âmuso Ibâka that could make trouble. The way she dodged the debris field was not unlike a dance floor though, slowly and rhythmically playing out across an interstellar stage. Each chuck of junk was a multitude of partners, each handing her momentum off to the next one in turn. She even flicked her tail off of a tiny one that was going particularly fast. Miali thought to herself now that the only thing this awesome suit was missing that she enjoyed on a Flitter was a music system to queue up some jams for the trip (maybe she could get that modded in somehow when she got back).

When she had made a good amount of progress and got into closer range of the derelict ship, she attempted to make contact with the search team's local communication systems. It seemed a bit staticky, but the message was clear enough. "This is... Sâvyjo Miali Syavis... do... read me? I am Âdornorpa'a... currently... EVA transit..."
 
Deck 2 Starboard side

La'tâ tried to ignore the sounds of the voices and just continue onward so that she could complete her job, like Murr said it was probably some kind of feed back from the suits communications and the damaged speakers. She told herself this at least so that she could stay focused, but that became much more difficult when she started to hear tapping sounds echoing around her.

The tula rose her rifle and started to look around, trying to at least get some idea of the direction the sound was coming from, but the echo was making that difficult. "That doesn't sound like talking anymore.."
 
Corridor Deck 1

Memi was trying to come up with something to say to Syaboa to help her nervousness, but with his running description of weapon scoring and damages, mixes with his own panic and nerves, nothing came.

What came instead was the gagging wet sound of him vomiting into his suit at the sight of the hand. He had professionally and detachedly described it and it was almost two whole seconds later that his brain had registered what he had just said and seen. He fought with all his might not to but it came out running down the front of his neck down into the main part of his suit. It was good it was mainly that damed energy drink and a few bits of ration bar...

The worst part of the situation, was that it was recorded into the documentary recordings, and went over the open mic.

As he was trying to regain his composer, he heard the voice. Every hair on his neck back and what wasn't not matted down by vomit, stood up on end and he aimed his weapon down the corridor.
 
Deck 2 Starboard side::

Murr moved with caution with her weapon at ready. Voices could be explained away. But when the tapping came and began to echo up and down the corridor they were in. She hissed with a sharp exhale of displeasure.

She had heard stories from old salvager veterans about the infamous ‘Ghost Ship; Ferocity’ that plied the Void, to pick up the honorable souls of the dead to transport them to the vast hunting grounds and/or condemning those that were dishonored by deed or great cowardly actions in face of danger by confining their souls to their derelict of a ship to wander forever without rest or to be picked up after gaining atonement for their actions.

As a kitten, Murr would sit in thrall of such stories being told. Some had happy endings where ‘Ferocity’ would assist a heavily wounded ship to safety. Or rescue a Spacer-walker who had somehow gotten separated from his group during a fur raising salvage while under fire from ‘Others’ after the same derelict.

Murr prayed to those deities she was brought up to believe in that this wasn’t One of Those Ships that the crew was found to be dishonorable or cowardly and left behind by ‘Ferocity’ the Ghost Ship of Legend that those old spacer veterans always talked about to pass away the time to those that were interested in such tales.

Murr gave La’ta the hand signal that she agreed with her. But it was getting annoying to say the least. Murr activated her communication system.

“Sasavjo’ka Sejgui, Savjo’sa Whisk. Have you activated any systems yet?” The mechanical default voice from Murr’s suit came over his suit speakers.
 
Corridor Deck 1

Syaboa watched Memi and giggled a bit "don't worry it happens to everyone, if you want I can wash it out for you when we get back on our ship" she smiled as she would happily clean a fellow crew member no matter what people thought. Syaboa freezed up when she heard the voices and grabbed Memi's arm and held onto it slightly tigh, then she let go "sorry about that, I um.. I just have a thing about ships and past, so um.. I am really sorry."
 
Corridor Deck 1

Shaking a bit himself, Memi reached over and lifted the front of her gun towards the bow. "Make you a deal..." He burped holding back a bit more bile from coming up. "You do the shooty shooty, and I'll try to keep the rest of my lunch down..." He gently pulled her forward... It wasn't out of bravery that kept him moving, but pure unadulterated fear. Faster they pulled the records, the faster they could be back on their own ship.
 
Corridor Deck 1

Syaboa nodded and chuckled "sound good, if you fall, I have to clean you, if I fail, um.... I will think about what will happen later" she grinned as she pushed down the hallway with Memi "if you need to talk or anything, I am here, talking helps fear." She smiled towards him and gulped as she remembered her past "that is what I would do, if I fail I will tell you my biggest failure."
 
Bridge

Hewid succeeded in unlocking the door. Toidorno and he the muscled the heavy doors open. They entered the bridge where most of the consoles were flashing red and orange symbols.

Toidorno took the overwatch station and started trying to access the ship's systems.


"Sar Syavis the is tge Tin-To'a. Message received enter through the lower airlock. Then make you way to the bridge." He broadcasted to Miali.

"Sar Whisk, we have only just gained access to the bridge. We have not accessed any of the systems thus far."

Hewid had the pilot station open and was accessing the console via his diagnostic unit. "Sar, subsystem network appears operational. I still have no access to the brain. The Tin-Ta'a aparently activated a security lock down. But someone else over rode it with a remote unit. I am detecting power system, the main reactor is offline. Request permission to go there and see what I can restore."

"Meet Sar Syavis at the airlock and proceed aft." The Tin-To'a replied."

Deck 1

The two neared the front line of cabins. To their left they heard the sound of boots on the deck running away.

Deck 2

The door to medical bay was half open. Something had aparently forced the door open from the hallway.
 
Deck 2 / Ship's Infirmary

Murr seeing the forced entry, moved up ahead of La'ta, motioning her to wait as she was in conversation with Toidorno, "Be advised that either this ship is haunted by the dishonored condemned souls and/or we have a few crew members or whomever attacked this ship are still active." Murr reported back via her suits transmitted vocal system.

When she was finished, she signaled La'ta to cover her. With the augmented strength from the new power armor/EVAC suit, Murr shoved the door open, bracing herself to be shot at as she was the most exposed. The door gave way with a screech and hydraulic lines bursting open with a muffled pops within the walls.
 
Deck 2 Wapoin Ruo'sa

La'tâ listened to what Murr expected of the ships condition, but the part about it being haunted threw her for a loop. such a possibility had not dawned on her just yet, but if Siamaka really had left the condemned here as punishment there was nothing they could do..they were souls after all guns don't work on souls.

She jumped when Murr moved to open the door and shakily pointed her rifle forward, to try and cover Murr from any ambushes. "Did you say they might be condemned souls? Shouldn't be be careful?" She spoke using just the local speaker, she didn't find the need to broadcast this, and she actually sounded a bit worried for once.
 
Deck 1

Memi Was about to respond when the sound of boots running away hit him. By reflex alone he let out a burst from his weapon, unloading about half the magazine one the bulkhead at the end of the corridor, before he realized there was nothing there. Growling He continued forward. "Sounds ahead, like boots, this ship is supposed to be empty. Note, review tapes see if any of the voices were picked up by this recording or the video recorder." He was talking to the recording, but at the same time he was trying to explain his actions to Syaboa.

"We need to get to the chronicler's quarters. and get this done..." He looked over at her, luckily the helmet hid the terrified look on his face.
 
Deck 2 Wapoin Ruo'sa

Murr just nodded with a shrug. Relieved that her force opening the door wasn't received by a hail of bullets. She entered the Wapoin Rou'sa, looking all around her with her weapon at high ready. Her trigger finger rested just next to the trigger, giving herself that split second to determine whether her target was hostile or friendly.
 
Wapoin Ruo'sa

Approximately five feet into the room was a body that was cut into three pieces. thru the midsection, and decapated. The remains were clad in medical garb. The main room suffered fire damage and there were six bodies in the back half. Six appeared to have died slowly from their wounds. The other three had been shot in the head where they lay.

Deck 1

As Memi and his escort stood in the hallway from behind they heard softly from behind them. "Run for safety, they are attacking...." followed by the sound of weapon fire.
 
EVA Crossover

After what seemed a long moment of uncomfortable silence, the voice of Toidorno came across her comms and delivered new direction for the drifting Miali. "Copy that, Tin-To'a, proceeding there now," she replied, as the thrusters of the suit began to rotate to a different trajectory and propelled her more towards the belly of the vessel.

As she darted amongst several more pieces of ship debris left over from the battle that had occurred, her eyes squinted and focused on the ship coming closer and closer at her. Miali got a good eyeful of the damage to the hull that was visible in spots as she visually searched for the exact location of the lower airlock on the Ismâo'a class ship that led to engineering and the labs (and ultimately, to the vehicle bay). She readied her magnetics to lock in place as well in case she missed the intended target slightly and needed to walk over. Touchdowns were always a tricky thing for a pilot, and she always liked to be prepared for the worst but hoping for the best.
 
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Deck 1

Syaboa jumped as her ally fired his gun as she turned to give him an earful she realised he was just scared and smiled slightly "yea I heard the movement, the thing is you just alerted them to us so they may be perparing something like a baricade or something" she closed her eyes and tried to think of something a guy would like as a reward for doing something then grinned "listen to me, if you stay calm, don't throw up and let me deal with the firing I will give you a kiss back on the ship, as a reward." She moved and grinned as she looked around.

As she heard the next voice and gunfire she pushed Memi to the floor and shout "we are part of the crew of the Yome Ismaopate, we are sorry for firing we were told the ship was abandoned then my friend here heard the footsteps and lost it, we are truely sorry."
 
Wapoin Ruo'sa

La'tâ made her way inside once Murr opened the door and looked around making sure that it was clear of threats and then allowed Murr in as well. After making sure it was clear she then had time to take in what she was seeing. There were several bodies all of them appeared dead, and most not killed in very painless fashions. "This...is horrible." She uttered a soft pray for the deceased and then sat down her medical kit and pulled out the scanner and got to work examining the bodies, not just for herself, but to compile a proper medical log for report.
 
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