Away Team, detached party: Orlan
As Orlan approached the machine, arcs of electricity danced across his armor, briefly causing his vision screen to flicker before surge protectors kicked in and redirected the current safely into the ground beneath him. He was able to find a console, though the writing on it was all alien.
However, there was also a screen attached to the console, translating the alien language into Trade. The pirates must have been attempting to control the machine, or at least understand it. As he ran a diagnostic, much of the information that he received was mistranslated gibberish, but what did come through and was able to be understood were the words “
[Crystoform-signal detected… installation defenses… activating.]”
Away Team: Sara, Taro
As Taro escorted the prisoner to Sara’s position through the almost labyrinthine alien passageways, the pirate squirmed a little, clearly uncomfortable with the rough handling. “You know,” The android pointed out in a teasing voice, “Fidgiting’s a bad habit, tends to make girls uncomfortable.”
The pirate, taking the hint, became more cooperative.
Meanwhile, back in the room full of pirates, Sara’s fireteam were undertaking the task of cuffing the pirates. “We’ve mostly left the machinery we don’t understand alone,” The pirate leader explained to the Mizumitsu, “Translation efforts never got very far, but from what little we could understand it seemed like this base was guarding against something. It never acted up like this until a few days ago, though, when some of your ships were out in the area placing those target drones of yours.”
Alpha Lance: V115, Arye, Mikael, Fredricks
As Fredricks moved forward, his frame’s sensors were able to get a better read on the strange objects. Information flowed through the lance’s shared data-links; [Substance unknown, chemically similar to Nerimium]. The organic pilot ventured closer, within 1000 kilometers now, and the information kept coming.
“The energy signal’s growing stronger, Lance Leader, but the computers don’t recognize the power signature, these things are powered by something we’ve never seen before!” Fredricks’ computer-synthesized voice was one of excitement, and back on the Ravenaca’s Watch, his pulse quickened within his Anima pod.
Suddenly, the machine began to move, the metal prisms swirling as it zipped towards Fredrick’s machine, impossibly fast. The flowing movement of its floating component prisms seemed almost organic, reminiscent of a sea creature. Once near his machine, its size was apparent, it dwarfed his variable frame, ancient metal flashing occasionally in the dim starlight that reached out this far, and a pair of thin prisms began to reach towards his machine.