LeighLink
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Docking Ring, Unidentified Ayame-class Cruiser
The Kourui aligned itself with the docking ring and Ingrid stacked up behind the sprites wielding her LASR. She fidgeted and flexed, twitched and tensed, waiting for the jammed door to be pried open. A clunk sounded and the door began to creep open. She aimed through the gap as the airlock door was forced aside by Veronika. She lowered her rifle’s muzzle as Bettie stepped across, raising it again and then lowering it as Veronika moved across her sights. Both of the sprites vanished into the darkness of the derelict and Ingrid’s rifle came up again. She waited.
The call came all clear and Ingrid stepped across into the ruined Ayame taking it in. The scorch marks, the fallen bulkheads, the pits and cracks, the spatters and smears of blood, the shreds of cloth, the wreckage, and the dangling wires. The corpse.
Ingrid’s eyes were drawn to it. As she looked over the body, she found herself surprised by how much she retained control over her response. It was so desiccated by vacuum that it looked sanitary. Not a wet, rotting mess, but a dried flower, a decoration kept by war.
As Edtoto scurried across the walls and the rest of the squad entered the ship, Ingrid holstered her rifle and pulled up her scanner. The chemical analyzer was utterly bored with the vacuum so she pulled the attachment out and let it float in the air in front of her while she reached into her bag to get the lifeform scanner. She stodged it in and put away the chemical scanner attachment. She ran the scanner through various settings, probing randomly for anything she could find. Once she was done with that, she put the emissions scanner in and ran through another series of settings, just to see what she could see.
The Kourui aligned itself with the docking ring and Ingrid stacked up behind the sprites wielding her LASR. She fidgeted and flexed, twitched and tensed, waiting for the jammed door to be pried open. A clunk sounded and the door began to creep open. She aimed through the gap as the airlock door was forced aside by Veronika. She lowered her rifle’s muzzle as Bettie stepped across, raising it again and then lowering it as Veronika moved across her sights. Both of the sprites vanished into the darkness of the derelict and Ingrid’s rifle came up again. She waited.
The call came all clear and Ingrid stepped across into the ruined Ayame taking it in. The scorch marks, the fallen bulkheads, the pits and cracks, the spatters and smears of blood, the shreds of cloth, the wreckage, and the dangling wires. The corpse.
Ingrid’s eyes were drawn to it. As she looked over the body, she found herself surprised by how much she retained control over her response. It was so desiccated by vacuum that it looked sanitary. Not a wet, rotting mess, but a dried flower, a decoration kept by war.
As Edtoto scurried across the walls and the rest of the squad entered the ship, Ingrid holstered her rifle and pulled up her scanner. The chemical analyzer was utterly bored with the vacuum so she pulled the attachment out and let it float in the air in front of her while she reached into her bag to get the lifeform scanner. She stodged it in and put away the chemical scanner attachment. She ran the scanner through various settings, probing randomly for anything she could find. Once she was done with that, she put the emissions scanner in and ran through another series of settings, just to see what she could see.