"Everything seems to be rosy, thanks for asking," Luca replied to Daxle as he watched Naoko pat away at the keypad. After she made her final keystroke and pressed enter...
Authenticating . .. ...
Authenticating . .. ...
The wait made Luca nervous, every moment he spent waiting could be a moment that someone was going to get the drop on him.
Access Granted! Have a safe and productive day.
The escape pod door opened and granted access into the ship. Unfortunately, as previously suspected, it appeared to be running off of emergency power, and the interior lacked any atmosphere. The entire ship needed to be turned back on again - just like trying to get a car started without the keys, having to work with the wires - and using a tuning fork to get the job done.
"Hmmh, this just gets better and better, doesn't it?" Luca grumbled aloud.
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Meanwhile, on the Big Bird, something had gotten John's attention and he felt it prudent to warn the others, "Guys, we've got someone inbound from Nepleslia Prime."
Luca radioed back, "IFF?"
"Going to assume hostile. It's on an intercept course with the Mule."
"How long does it have to get here?" The captain radioed back, somewhat worried.
"Twelve minutes, twenty two seconds," John said, "Move your arses. We'll try and keep it busy."
The ISC Big Bird made a swerve as it moved to intercept the as of yet unknown vessel. It had its main positron cannon charged. It was a weapon purpose made to destroy planets, so who knew what it could do to a ship?
"Well, one way to find out," Sebastian grumbled as he watched the power bar for the positron cannon climb higher and higher.
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The above information would be radioed to Enzo and Smith too, and Luca felt it prudent to get moving. He was the first person into the ship. He found himself in the upper deck of the mule, in the service area. The engines were nearby, upstairs and downstairs, and very cold.
"Alright team, move out, get this hulk working," He commanded as he made tactical signals that he'd picked up from movies (which were still pretty effective), "Zeta, Robert, follow me, we'll investigate the Crew Quarters and Bridge. Naoko, I want you to try and get the systems working. Panther, keep her covered, and look for any hatches or passages."
And so, Luca booted the door to the corridor open with his Fatboy in hand, and was greeted by something that almost made the bottom fall out of his stomach.
Blood had been stuck to the walls, congealed beyond recognition, and even floating in the air. Someone's long-decayed intestines were floating like an eldritch octopus, "This is... creative." Was all he could muster, "I don't think we should tell Enzo about this."
The first door he booted open to his right was one of the rooms, it appeared as though it was used for some sort of overtly human blood sacrifice. All that was recognisable was a woman's torso, the rest was simply gone.
Luca was unable to suppress the urge to be sick, and threw up in his mouth. He tried his best to send it back down where it came from, but the overwhelming atrocity meant that it needed out. However, a third option was taken to just leave it in his mouth for the time being. Communication would be very interesting, and he hoped that his hand signals would be effective, even if they were from some ill researched movie.